Wednesday, March 29, 2017
WTF Wednesday: Daytrippers, Poodle Driving Car
Hai Wednesday! Hai WTF!
Let's get the dolls and clowns out of the way first.
Hai rainbow wig clown!
Hai Victorian cats!
Hai black clown!
Hai sculpture of androgynous person scratching their leg!
Hai huggy chimp with bunny ears in a Dorothy dress!
Hai box frame baby model!
Hai A Year of Afghans!
Hai giant pro-exercise poster!
Hai daytrippers!
Last but not least, hai mini poodle driving a 70's car! (I bought this, couldn't resist).
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Wednesday, March 22, 2017
WTF Wednesday: Wire Tap Jesus, X-Rated Award
Yello Wednesday! Yello WTF!
Yello whisker-faced baby in a sunflower suit!
This is all I ask of you.
Win your man's heart.
Please post pictures on facebook.
Yello hands holding a vase.
Yello ref holding a plunger.
That's a rhinestone in the middle.
Yello wiretap Jesus.
Yello dead cow.
Yello military head.
Strange way to store babies.
Last but not least, yello x-rated friend!
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Wednesday, March 15, 2017
WTF Wednesday: Happy Birthday Pouncey, Stuck in Snowglobe
Hello Wednesday! Hello WTF!
In case you missed it, there was a WTFerrific Behind the T-shirt post on Monday.
Today is the 5th anniversary of the birth of Pouncey!
Pouncey (left) and his bros |
He was the cutest puppy (see, Daily Puppy, twice).
He was an extremely active and enthusiastically energetic young dog.
He is finally truly calming down as he turns 5, as his face turns white, he is taking it down just a notch.
Happy birthday, Pouncester!
The thrifting has been light this week so here are just two WTFs - a clown with clowny feet.
And this deer family ripped apart when dad became trapped in a glitter snowglobe, like a dog next to his owner's casket, the survivors refuse to leave...
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Monday, March 13, 2017
Behind the T-shirt: First of Denver Cup Jacket Skiing Sheik Hoax
Check out this "First of Denver Cup" ski jacket I found last week.
Little did I know it is connected with some "Fake News" from 1977.
The First of Denver Cup was a Pro-Am ski race held at Winter Park Colorado from 1977 to 1982 to benefit the Winter Park Handicapped Program.
It was also the site of controversy when Sheik Abdul Haddad raced the slalom wearing flowing Arabic robes in the wake of the OPEC oil crisis in 1977.
Sheik Abdul showed up unannounced to compete in the Pro-Am charity race held during the First of Denver Pro Race weekend. The fundraiser supported Hal O’Leary’s innovative Winter Park Handicapped Program. The sheik was placed on the team captained by pro racer Jake Hoeschler (who was also director of skiing at Winter Park), with Heisman Trophy-winning football player Doak Walker and Andy Love, son of former Colorado Governor John Arthur Love. As the sheik flapped and fluttered across the finish line, the press corps clustered around him.
The sheik was a sensation: in the aftermath of the OPEC crisis, the very idea of an oil sheik carried the aura of vast wealth and veiled threat. The press wanted pictures, and quotes. All the VIPs wanted to meet him. The sheik’s bodyguard and translator intervened, explaining that Haddad spoke no English.
It turned out he spoke no Arabic, either. When photos and stories about the skiing sheik went out over the AP and UPI wires people in Duluth, Minn., chuckled. Color photos of Sheik Abdul made the papers in Paris, Moscow and Tokyo. But the Duluth papers quickly identified him as George S. Haddad, 56, owner of the Haddad Family Shoe Store and of Lebanese descent. The shoe store was located a few doors up from the Continental Ski Shop, where George was a frequent customer. He was also a well-known figure at Lutsen and other local ski areas, where he often skied in his “Arab” robes, no doubt avoiding entanglement in rope tows. The robes had been sewn by his wife, Dorothy Marie Haddad. Haddad even owned a U.S. patent on a bit of ski equipment he had designed: a retractable crampon to help a skier climb.
When the Duluth papers had their say, the story unwound. Hoeschler had arranged for Gerald Ford, Ethel Kennedy and Clint Eastwood to ski in the Pro-Am, but when Winter Park shifted the dates, Ford and Kennedy cancelled in favor of previous obligations.
A few days of panic ensued, and then Hoeschler, passing through Continental Ski Shop, spotted a poster of Haddad skiing in Aspen, robes and all. If he couldn’t get an ex-president onto Eastwood’s team, Hoeschler figured he could get a sheik.
And so, with the complicity of Winter Park President Gerry Groswold, Sheik Haddad arrived at Winter Park in a limousine. He came with a bodyguard in the person of Jim Bach of the Continental Ski Shop, and with translator George Abdullah, who taught at Drake University in Iowa. Haddad later claimed he was scared to run the course: With oil prices so high, he was afraid “some fanatic” might take a shot at him.
When the Duluth papers broke the story of the hoax, officials at AP and UPI were furious. UPI, in particular, had been burned in 1976 when Vail sent them a photo of a blizzard that had been taken two years earlier. They felt that the reputation of the press was at stake. But no one from any of the papers or wire services had bothered to fact-check any of the “oil sheik” stories.
The fallout for Hal O’Leary’s program was spectacular. People around the world saw the story and felt inspired to send checks to the handicapped ski team. “We raised 20 times as much over the course of the year as we had ever done before,” O’Leary told Hoeschler.
Haddad went back to his shoe store, and to Lutsen, where he was now a local hero. Hoeschler ran out his contract with Winter Park and returned to his law practice in Minneapolis.
Wednesday, March 08, 2017
WTF Wednesday: Mike Pence Doll, Poodle with a Mustache
Hello Wednesday! Hello WTF!
Hello welcome wall of bunnies.
Hello bucket of bunnies.
Hello bull elk shedding antlers onto his own face.
Hello quarterback aftershave bottle.
Hello clown crying over spilled eyebrow.
Hello Texas A & M bean bag potatohead.
Hello Mike Pence.
Hello Misty.
Hello harmonica gang.
Please don't Ray, okay?
Last but not least, hello poodle with a mustache.
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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Wednesday, March 01, 2017
WTF Wednesday: Sandalfoot Knee Highs, Biblical Wealth Planning
Hola Wednesday! Hola WTF!
Hola sheepskin exercycle seat!
Hola craptastic birds gone wild!
Hola foxes getting married.
Hola Falkor wearing mascara!
Hola clothespin antelope pencil holder from Dillon, Montana!
Hola sandalfoot knee highs in an Easter basket!
Kevin's a Capricorn - this is harsh but fair.
Hola Manatee in an Adirondack chair sipping on an umbrella drink!
Hola record For Doctors Only!
Hola Small Lonely Hill!
Hola cassettes about Financial and Estate Planning from a Biblical Perspective - Scriptural Basis for Wealth!
Last but not least, I imagine the work order was "paint everything - the walls, the gutters, the downspouts, everything." "Everything?" "Everything."
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Wednesday, February 15, 2017
WTF Wednesday: Eye Shadow Cat, Snarling Tigers
Greetz, Wednesday! Greetz, WTF!
Greetz, giant-eared cat wearing eye shadow and kissing a frog.
Greetz, gun-toting, leg-crossing hillbilly!
Greetz, backwards-footed, zoned out Eskimo baby.
Last but not least, greetz family of hissing, snarling tigers.
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